I was going out last night and I needed to wear something that wasn't jeans or yoga pants.
This left very little in my closet to choose from.
So, I put on a pair of white pants.
After taking a quick Twitter survey, it was decided that it is now warm enough here that I could break the whole you-can't-wear-white-pants-until-after-the-May-long-weekend rule.
I admit, I still fussed about it a little longer and then I decided that I should just wear whatever the heck I wanted.
Yeah, I'm a rebel like that.
So, I went out last night wearing white pants and as far as I know, no one laughed at me.
Until of course, I sat in chocolate ice cream.
And then, after I said something that I can't repeat here, I wrapped a sweater around my waist for the rest of the evening.
And then, probably someone did laugh at me.